High heels, Short
dresses, messed up hair and a bottle of beer in dark night. Empty roads walking
in center of the road unaware of the cars passing by her. Its Delhi roads never
calm down. But the traffic was much lighter as obvious its almost near 2’oclock
at night. And then a car with full flash of light which almost have collapsed
her. She put her hand on her face from high light. He keep looking at her with
shock expression which later turn into innocence as she removes her hand from her
face. She was small heighted, long messed up hair, fair complexion and an
innocent face. She was highly drunk at that moment and in a sec she fainted in
front of his car.

He replied ‘Yes. Its just there. Here are some clothes hope they fit you.’ He leave the room after that.
She came out of the
room after getting fresh. She was looking Just perfect as one can. A peacock
color Patiala suit was as dynamic as her. She looks sober and sweet much better
than night. The house is well decorated with flower like some marriage ceremony
going on. She shouted from far ‘Rihaaaan’
He was embarrassed as
all the member in house start looking at him.
‘Sorry’ She said with
all the innocence in her. He smiled back. She doesn’t seem to be comfortable in
that cloth. He asked ‘Any problem?’
‘Yes, a little
actually a big. Can we go out somewhere to talk. Please’ She requested.
He nodded his head
and pull out his car. And he took her to café nearby. They both ordered the
same coffee with a same spoon of sugar. He started ‘Vidya, say?’
‘I need a help from
you. I know it’s a little time we have meet but I don’t know anyone in this
country.’ He gave the shock expression at first. ‘ I am from New york. Yes, see
my father died in the in a car accident. My step mother and her son brought
me up here. They took all my property and thrown me out. They have my passport
and I don’t have penny to go back. I just want a few days from you to give me a
place to stay.’ With a tear in her eyes she asked.
He put her hand on
her hand and said ‘You can take your time. My sister’s wedding is going on. I
hope it wont be a problem for my family to arrange one more guest.’
‘Thank you. And one
more help I am not use to wearing these type of clothes. Can i?’ she asked.
‘Umm.. sorry. My
family wont allow that and that to in this celebration. I hope you’ll
understand.’ He replied.
‘Mmm. Ok I’ll try to
manage. You are already helping me a lot. And Just to return you the favor I want
to help you and your family with this marriage if you wont mind.’ She asked.
And he smiled and
they both left the cafe.
She was perfect for
her as he was for her. They started sharing feeling a touch in all those days.
Special moments.
They even use to
fight on right and on the wrong thing. The color of the dress for bride. She
become special to his family as well.
They already filed an
application for her stolen passport. She was part of his family now. Everyone
got attach to her. More than everyone he was attached to her. He was into her.
He started to live her. So did she. But no one have the guts to tell to each
other. Even they both don’t know about what they feel for each other. Untill
she got her passport.
She have to leave
India as her visa got expired already.
She put her old
high heels with Patiala suit which is now she is used to. She gone down with
the passport and ticket he arranged for her. She was looking down. She didn’t
wanted to leave either.
She was leaving just
after the Marriage. He tried talking to her many of the time. He wanted to tell
her what he feels for her. How much he want her in his life. But the Guest
didn’t gave them a moment to talk. Finally he hold her hand and took her
outside. ‘Don’t go. Everyone need you here. Forget everyone, I need you here.
You have become so important to me that I cant even tell you. I love you. I
promise you. I will take care of you. And wont even let you go anywhere. I wont
go anywhere. Please stay.’ He said.
A tear roll down her
eyes. ‘Me too. I want to stay. I will never get a family like this ever. I will
never get a person like You ever. But..’
He hold her hand He
took her inside the Mandap. He put the sindoor on his head. And got married to
her with all the customs. None of the family member disagreed. She looked at
him and kissed him in front of everyone saying ‘I love you’ That made her a
perfect Cocktail Bride with her high black heels.
Photo Credits : Tarun Chawla Photography
Photo Credits : Tarun Chawla Photography
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